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I’ve been Wendy
living with the Lost Boys
youth spent as a deckhand on the convoy
moved every night to prove we were something
got confused
If it was from or to
that we were running.
I've seen Gibraltar
I’ve seen the Taj Mahal
Soweto, Hagia Sofia
Chefchaouen paints their walls blue
I’ve played to full rooms
I’ve played the fool too
burning through the bottoms of a pair of new boots
Cut my hair
tape my tits down
A woman on her own must be from out of town
funny, you don’t know the concessions that you’re making until you catalog em
and by then they’re many and you’re battle-hardened.
Heat makes liquid of the asphalt
keepsakes and parking tickets on the dashboard
I'm here to file my report as the vixen of the wolf pack;
tell Patient Zero, he can have his rib back.

Chorus
You can count my ribs
Wanna know what class I’m in—
Count my,
You can count my ribs.

You can’t be too broke to break
as a woman
Always something left to take
so you shouldn't
try to stay too late or talk to strangers
look too long, go too far out of range cause
angels can’t watch everybody all the time
stay close, hems low, safe inside;
that formula works if you can live it
but it works by putting half the world off limits.

Chorus
We don’t say,
Go out and be brave
nah, we say Be careful, stay safe
in any given
instance, that don't hurt
but it sinks in like stilettos in soft earth,
like the big win is a day without an incident
I beg to differ with it
I think a woman’s worth
I think that she deserves
a better line of work
than motherfucking vigilance.
Don’t give me vigilance
by definition
you can’t make a difference
if the big ambition
is simply standing sentry to your innocence
that’s not a way to live
that can’t be what
a woman is
that
gives her
nothing to aspire to.
What that is—
what that is
is just a life of running fire drills.
We’re runnin fire drills.

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from Sound the Bells: Recorded Live at Orchestra Hall, released November 8, 2019
written by Andy Thompson, Lazerbeak and Dessa

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Dessa is a writer and touring musician based in Manhattan and Minneapolis. Quick wit, sharp pen, soft heart.

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